50 Years Ago Tonight
"THE BIRD IS THE WORD"
June 28, 1976
A national television audience catches its first glimpse of the Detroit #Tigers' quirky, enigmatic rookie pitching phenom — Mark "The Bird" Fidrych.
The American League's eventual 1976 Rookie of the Year, Fidrych scatters seven hits en route to a 5-1 complete-game victory over the Yankees on ABC's "Monday Night Baseball" from Tiger Stadium.
"The Bird" runs his record to a gaudy 8-1 with an sparkling 2.05 ERA.
He would be tabbed as the AL's starting pitcher for the All-Star Game two weeks later — only the second rookie ever to earn that honor.
(Bob Prince, Bob Uecker, and Warner Wolf on the call for ABC Sports)
On this day in 1778, the American army walked onto a field in New Jersey to take its final exam, in heat so brutal the weather killed men on its own, and by sundown the world knew the rebels had become a real army.
This was the test. The same men who nearly died at Valley Forge over the winter, then got rebuilt drill by drill by the Prussian von Steuben, were finally going to stand against British regulars in the open. And it started as a catastrophe. Charles Lee, leading the advance, lost his nerve and ordered a retreat just as the fight opened, and the whole attack began to unravel.
Then came one of the defining moments of George Washington's life. He rode straight into the collapsing line, found Lee, and tore into him in front of the troops so furiously that one witness said the curses made "the leaves shake on the trees." Then he did the thing that mattered. He rode out in front of his fleeing soldiers, rallied them under fire, and personally reformed the line. The army that was supposed to break instead turned around and stood.
The heat was its own enemy. It was one of the hottest days anyone could remember, men in heavy wool collapsing and dying of heatstroke on both sides without a shot fired. Out of that misery came an American legend: Mary Hays, remembered as Molly Pitcher, carrying water to the gasping gunners through the chaos, and when her husband went down at his cannon, taking his place and helping work the gun herself.
When the smoke cleared it was technically a draw. But the British slipped away in the night toward New York, and the Americans held the field. That was the whole point. The Valley Forge army had stood toe to toe with the best soldiers in the world and refused to break. It was the last big battle in the north, and the rebels walked off it as a different kind of army than the one that walked on.
You spend the whole winter wondering if the suffering meant anything. Then one brutal afternoon, you find out it built exactly what you needed.
250 years ago today, on June 28, 1776, a half-finished fort made of palm tree logs and sand did something it had no business doing: it beat the most powerful navy on earth and saved the American South. We just hit the 250th anniversary of one of the most improbable victories of the entire Revolution.
The setup looked hopeless. A massive British fleet under Admiral Sir Peter Parker sailed into Charleston harbor to crush the rebellion in the south before it could grow. Guarding the city was an unfinished little fort on Sullivan's Island, defended by Colonel William Moultrie and a few hundred men. The walls weren't even done. One British officer reportedly figured they'd flatten it in an hour.
Then the palmetto logs did the impossible. The fort was built from soft, spongy palmetto wood packed with sand, and instead of shattering when the British cannonballs hit, the logs just absorbed them. Iron sank into the mush and stuck. The fleet hammered that fort for hours and could not break it, while the American gunners coolly fired back and tore the British warships apart. Several ships ran aground. Admiral Parker himself got hit so hard that the blast literally ripped the seat out of his pants.
And then the moment that became legend. When a cannon blast knocked the fort's flag down, Sergeant William Jasper climbed out over the wall, in the middle of the bombardment, grabbed the fallen colors, and raised them back up so everyone could see the fort still stood.
By nightfall the British fleet limped away. They wouldn't seriously come back to the south for nearly three more years. South Carolina loved that fort so much it put the palmetto tree on its state flag, where it still flies today.
A quarter of a millennium later, the lesson still lands. Sometimes the thing everyone writes off as too soft and too unfinished to matter is the exact thing that refuses to break.